In the dressing-room which had been allotted to the dancers, Neil and Nicolette stood regarding one another with speculative eyes—with that inquiring intentness of people who have been long apart and who are trying to read in each other’s faces whether or not the interval has bred any changes, spiritual or physical. “I wasn’t at all sure that you would come and see me,” said Nicolette slowly, after that first searching scrutiny. A faint smile flickered across his face. “Why not—since you deigned to acknowledge the …
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